02x09 - Company at the Water Company

[bunniefuu]

Where are my manners?

Here.

Would you like a piece?

Well.

Black licorice is
an acquired taste.

She offered me
a piece of Black Jack gum.

And I said, "Licorice gum.
What will they think of next?"

That's a quote from Seinfeld.

I love comedians.

I enjoy laughing.

A show about nothing.

Only in America.

I'll give you my winnings.

Every penny,
except for 500 grand.

The rest of it is yours if you
let me out of this death-match.

All right, we put on a show,
no one gets hurt...

too bad.

And you let me slip out
that door. What do you say?

I say I hope I misheard.

I say I hope you misspoke.

I say I hope you did not try

and taint the most honorable
of competitions

- with stained compensation.
- I'm trying
to f*cking live, man!

Were you lied to?!

Did Miles lie to you?

Did he say that you were
entering a footrace?

A cricket match? No!

No, he explained the rules.

He laid out the consequences.

He provided you with a choice.

To play or not to play.

You chose play.

And play you shall.

So you may keep your bribe,
Mr. Suero.

My principles are not for sale.

f*ck' psycho.

Perhaps.

But an honest one.

- No, he's gone. He's not here.

What do you mean
he's not there?

I just talked to a night clerk
and they said he was bailed out.

By who?

They said he was
bailed out by you.

They're behind schedule.

GPS estimates a minute
and a half or so.

Friday night traffic.

Always bad.

I need to get this done and
either have the game conclude

or resume normally
as soon as possible.

Why?

Because this whole dalliance
is an inconvenience...

to the hunters,
to our logistics division.

And to me.

Does the Chairwoman know
about bringing Nixon in?

Is this unsanctioned?

I sanctioned it.

I fixed the problem.

Because I'm game orchestrator--
not this Chairwoman, me.

And if I want
this done to fix the mess

that Suero's arrest made,
then this is what's done.

And you're just a cleaner.

I don't need
to explain myself to you.

You work for me.

I work under you.

I work for the Chairwoman.

Oh, good, they're here.

Victor, my friend.

Mr. Nixon.

Look at you.

Bruised but not beaten,
worn but not weak.

What an example you've set
for all future runners.

What is this place?

This is
a water treatment facility.

28 days out of each month,

it operates without any manpower

on the premises, and this is
one of those 28 days.

This is where you
and Mr. Nixon will battle.

As you can see,

there's one door only.

It's not locked.

I took the liberty of marking

both yours
and Mr. Nixon's starting point.

And, as per your request,
I had a hook installed.

We'll be waiting out here.

And... well, any questions?

Yeah, uh, how about

when I get out of here, I...

I put Waldo here
in a choke hold,

and then I bash your head
until you're dead?

Yeah, I believe my driver

and his GL*CK 34
would have something

- to say about that.
- Yeah, but g*ns ain't allowed.

That's for hunters
and runners. I'm neither.

Okay?

May the best man win.

So, Mr. Suero.

Shall we?

You didn't see that backhand
coming at all, did you?

That left eye of yours
truly is a liability.

Oh, dear, how can you defend

against a double-side as*ault
when you can only

see on a single side?

That pain you feel?

That's your liver.

Add a wager that neither
of them get out alive.

It's gonna be
a bloodbath in there.

And you've kept the Nixon wagers

off the official books,
haven't you?

Yeah, good, the Board doesn't
need to know about this.

Resourceful fellow.

No!

I'm outside! I'm outside!

No!

I'm outside!

You have to be completely out!

- Come on, you can make it!

You can make it,
you can make it, come on.

Congratulations! You did it.

It's top of the hour.

The game just recommenced.

The hunters are nearby.

They know where you are.

I suggest you get moving.

Good work.

You're quite
the impressive young man.

What the hell is going on?